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[scots_wolf]

Teja and Urquhart are playing chess again, slowly and grimly, but with much less tension than the last time.

Urquhart's nose is still somewhat swollen and discoloured.

Teja would not pass judgement on that; he is far too dignified to smirk at the man's suffering.

Instead, he takes a knight with his bishop, calmly.


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Asher nods. "The son of Jacob," he murmurs. He knew the meaning of his name, knew that he had hated it at first. But he didn't know his own name, and so Asher had become his, bit by bit.

He didn't find Teja's words particularly strange - but then, he was used to people declaring their love for him after only moments. Belle Morte's legacy.

[ostro_goth]

"Yes, that one," Urquhart says.

"Does it matter where the name is from?" Teja says, sensing that Asher has little connection to all the cultural blather Urquhart had been throwing at him.

He reaches up to lightly touch Asher's hand; and that only partially serves to confuse Urquhart.